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Chance Meeting
by William SimpsonChance Meeting
Huge raven flocked in ebony
lands hard on rock
midst waves of red;
Sees nothing of the
blueberry:
now looks to me,
instead.
Chance meeting here of bird, and man;
along Spring lanes
in shades of gray;
The raven takes his flight
again;
and I just walk
away.
10/26/2006 Author's Note: Spring, 2001; first posted on Poesie.com; this small work was inspired just as it is written: on a small blueberry barren next to the road where I travelled on a very gray spring afternoon.
Posted on 10/27/2006
Copyright © 2024 William Simpson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Angela Nuzzo on 10/27/06 at 05:38 AM Great image, William. I love the rhyme & rhythm. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/28/06 at 12:22 PM this poem not by chance but by artful design much merits my attention and not benign, and it gets it in spades dark as that raven. and after reading this gem, it is difficult for this man, to simply walk away. |
| Posted by Paganini Jones on 11/02/06 at 11:37 PM :) I loved it first time aronsd and like it still. A haunting meeting. |
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